Laura, meanwhile, has opened what looks like her husband's closet and is pulling out suits and putting them into boxes. The doorbell rings, and waiting on the stoop is a brown-haired Mae, who introduces herself as Claire. They're sitting on couches for an interview and the daughter is the requisite adorable moppet. Mae/Claire is equally adorable, showing what a fantastic way she has with children. Laura happily tells her that she checked out her references and spoke to Mr. Kyle, and what a shame she couldn't move with the family. Mae/Claire just waxes poetic about the city and not wanting to leave now that she's made it to New York. At this moment both their eyes fall on a picture of Laura and a good-looking man; Laura explains, "That's Eliza's dad. He's gone and he's not coming back." She says passionately that her daughter has been though a lot, and Laura needs someone she can trust in the house. Mae/Claire assures her that she can be trusted, and I notice she starts by not asking details about the husband's sudden absence.
In a sports bar, Damien cheers at a horse race, first elatedly and then frantic as his horse loses. Steven is drinking at the other end of the bar and yells at him to shut up; it turns out to be his scene, not Damien's, as his phone rings. He answers and wonders how whoever is calling got the number, then gets a pen from the bartender and jots something down. He's then walking into Ralston, Whitney's company, to meet with her. She has books of his photography on the tables and compliments his work -- it turns out he was the mystery photographer from the card she picked up. When she asks he says that recently he's been busy "shooting for himself." Yes, he's been trying really hard to get the perfect view of the bottom of a Costco-sized bottle of liquor. She is extremely complimentary, and tells him she's always looking for new talent, and she currently has a campaign for a fragrance that she'd like him for. He gets a bit snippy and informs her you can't force the moments like the one he caught in the photo that she found, but after a pause she asks quietly if they can try. Trying is for suckers, I guess, since he thanks her, tells her he is not interested, and leaves. Whitney runs after him to ask if she said anything offensive, and he barks that he does not like being patronized. He's being a buffoon, but the tone of her voice was kind of simpering when she asked her last question. Other than that, however, she was nothing but professional. She tells him she thinks it was kismet that she found him but he growls, "What's kismet? Bathwater in a little bottle? That's what you want me to shoot? You found a little postcard? That's visionary." Yeah, and he's got a bar to get back to -- he's wasting precious daylight drinking hours on this work-offer-thing and he's done, dude. What he actually tells her is, "Small thinking, small minds like yours pervert anything worth anything." He steps into an elevator and is gone, and she walks quietly back into the office. At the receptionist's desk, three girls are crowded around the monitor, looking at a dating site. Dateblizzard.com, to be exact. Because it's a good idea to associate blind dates with storms so bad they can knock out power and kill people. She looks with them as they scroll through the "menu" and then something catches her eye. It's a listing for Paul174, who is actually Roy, the man she just proposed to not twelve hours before. The girls all giggle about how cute he is but she looks like she might just vomit into their laps.